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Wales PoetryShort Is The Life Of ManMan's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t... The Rose Of The Glen Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c... The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win... The Circling Of The Mead Horns Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead... My Father-land Land of the Cymry! thou art still, In rock and valley, str... Childe Harold "Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t... The Vengeance Of Owain {96} Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and ... From The Hymns Of The Rev William Williams, Pantycelyn he inherited from his ancestors, was born in the parish of... The Deluge * * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr... The Swan Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like... Old Morgan And His Wife Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ... The Farmer's Prayer poems of the "Good Vicar Prichard of Llandovery" would be ... Walter Sele O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo... The Immovable Covenant the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ... The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl... Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt... The Battle Of Gwenystrad contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe... The Praise And Commendation Of A Good Woman As a wise child excells the sceptr'd fool Who of conceit a... To The Nightingale river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the... An Address To The Summer of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ... |
The World And The Sea: A ComparisonCategory: The Sentimental. Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it rages, Sometimes full and sometimes shallow, Sometimes green and sometimes yellow. Salt the sea to all who drink it, Bitter is the world in spirit, Deep the sea to all who fathom, Deep the world and without bottom. Unsupporting in his danger Is the sea unto the sailor, Less sustaining to the traveller Is the world through which he'll wander. Full the sea of rocky places, Shoals and quicksands in its mazes, Full the world of sore temptation Charged with sorrow and destruction. Next: The Poor Man's Grave Previous: Sad Died The Maiden
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